我突然想:
                        如果要让世间万物
                        自由地找一个伴侣
                                     那么
                   光会跑向站在对面的黑暗
                   制造一场影影绰绰的约会
                  钢笔拉着纯洁懵懂的新稿纸
                  兴冲冲融入窗外的草木虫鸣
                  潮湿的靴子羞答答靠近火炉
                  醺红着脸默默享受这场独处
                   青苔攀上斑驳墙角的肩膀
                   一起抵抗岁月带来的老去

                  而在四季里跳开场舞的春天
                  会找谁作为自己的伴侣呢？
                    ——  人们总是给他递话:
                  桃花儿的面纱要等春天来揭
                 素颜的田地要等春天为她上妆
                 冻僵的溪水要等春天解放双脚
                                      ......

                             但春天最后选了
                                站在他脚边
                             颤颤巍巍的希望
                           跳完一整首圆舞曲